My crooked yoga journey

How my path to yoga moves from crooked to not so crooked and back again

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Location: So. Cal

Mom of two teenagers: One of each style. wife of Billy Canary, yoga teacher, ex-corporate manager, artist, crafter, reader. And did I mention I talk alot?

Saturday, August 23, 2003

Today I watched portions of Bowling for Columbine. Camper's Take the Skinheads Bowling was the theme song. Next time I see Victor I'll have to congratulate him. The film was scary, hard to imagine there are people out there like that. A lot of it made me sick.

Yesterdays yoga: Sarah was teaching and it was good. I love her Supta K adjustments. Her's just work better on me for some reason. I did fuck up the sequencing and it's making me crazy. By this time I should KNOW all of the poses by rote. My feeble brain just isn't working right about it. I'm going to ask Dr. James if he can do EMDR on that and on backbending fears.

Tomorrow is book club and Gayle Brandeis will be attending. I'm having a feta and tomato dish on pasta, a green salad with strawberries and almonds and for dessert I'm having a pecan/caramel with brownies and caramel sauce icecream thingy. Damn, I just realized I forgot to get the Mudslides. Hey, most of it is good for you food. I don't have any protein tho. Seems like I need something. Maybe I'll toss in some white beans?

I'm hoping I can get to an early yoga class tomorrow. But having a dinner party might just squash those plans. If not tomorrow then Sunday for sure. I'll do a home practice tomorrow if I can't get out to the Canyon. At least I won't be driving 40 mins out of my day.

Oh yeah, and we bought new rugs for the living room and for both baths. They're beautiful and my toes love them.

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